I'm dying, I'm crying but outside my smilingyou don't even know me, you don't even recognize meWhy does the world have to be so cruel to me?Living in a world that wasn't made for meTrying to be the best I can beFinding what's meant to be.Can't you see the thousand tears that I crythe heartache that I sigh.I'm tired of tryingtired of fightingWas our love a lie?Overwhelming Anxiety.Was this a game?a game that you playedYou ripped my heart outMy soul died outnothing left but to cry now.Why is this happening?In the world that I live inThis everlasting schemeIs only beginning.A head full of angerheld in my chest.Why did It have to end?Now I wonder why?Was it cause of me?The answers are foundin darkness where light used to be.

A poem I made when I was a lot younger, about five years ago. I wrote this during a period of my life when I did have my heartbroken. Provoked by comments I'd like to state I dont hate the world. I hope you can relate and don't forget to comment !

Such poem expressing what we humans feels when heartbroken. What we do and what we wanted to do. Questionning on past events yet confused about what to do next. This poem opens our souls to the future. Showing us how we slowly understand what happened...what will happen. How Love is heaven when we meet, but leaves a scar when left.

Beautiful work, yet the originality isn't the best. Love is common in everyday life. But I do understand the circumstances it was writen under. Rich vocabulary has been used, impacts on our thoughts...gives us this feeling of sorrow yet not sad.

Before I reply and say this is just emo, I do understand that love can hurt, and that yes, it does feel like your heart is being ripped out of your chest. I guess you should just know that you're not alone, everyone, EVERYONE, goes through this at some point. Usually more than once. Just please, please don't think you're the only person this has ever happened to, or that "the world is being cruel to you". It isn't. It's called Life. Eventually, you get to understand it, and it doesn't seem so strange and upsetting anymore. You'll get by. You will. I promise. And then it'll probably happen again. After a while, you learn to see the pattern, and it makes sense. Until then, it hurts. But you aren't alone. And the world isn't being mean to you. The pain you're feeling just means that you are able to feel happiness equal to that pain, which is a good thing. Enjoy the experience. Everything is valuable. Learn. Grow. Move on. Life is beautiful.

Poetry isn't supposed to be taken seriously all the time, if I say the world is cruel its just a tool to express my emotional feeling of loneliness. I don't actually believe that at any time that the world is out to get me. This is by the way about five years old so I'm sorry if it somehow sounded immature to provoke such a ridiculously well thought out response about nothing. For anyone else that thinks this is being "Emo" that I'm sorry is off the mark. I was saddened by an event I did not in any way crawl into a corner and hate the world, I love myself and this website ^^ love you guys lets keep making deviantArt Awesome.